A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style.

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We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

This is the place. Our bucket of thoughts to share. You are welcome. (We realize that most of you are here for the dog pictures.)

Yeah, I'll say it. Yenny is mean. She fools you all in to thinking she is soooo niiice. But in reality she plays with a total double standard. I'm the nice one. I've been being sensitive to her 'automotive OCD' for years. But does she return the sensitivity? Nooooooo.

Let me break this story down for you.

So this car is important.

Yenny's precious Volvo.

This is what I am expected to pretend is normal behavior at the market.

We park a million miles away from the store we drove to so that we can avoid the attack of the preditor. This is the Preditor.

Can cunningly attack at any moment. Has the ability to hypnotize other customers into doing its bidding.

This car is NOT important. Seemingly.

My car.

I know this because once when I DROVE to the market, Yenny dropped all parking lot automotive considerations and rammed our grocery cart in to my vehicle. Not a bumper. The paint part.

This is my car afterwards.

... okay, no it isn't. But that is how me and my car FELT.

Even worse - after she violated my car she looked at me blankly and SHRUGGED. mmmhmmm.

What Would Jesus Do? He'd have it under control, that's what he'd do.

So just keep this in mind the next time you go to the store. Carts are out there. And Yenny ain't Jesus. (Which is stupid because Jesus isn't Chinese. I mean, duh.)

And she once hit me inside the store with a cart, too. Right in the back of the heel. So I am including this cautionary gif for her to see.